| Turning away from everything that is near
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| Trying to fill the void that appears so clear
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| Could I see it coming — consuming all of me
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| It is time to decide — this is right where I stand
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| Could I just read the rhymes until I feel nothing more
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| Then it tends to be so easily — I will fade
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| These nerve-stretching seizures — phlegmatic to the physics
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| A desecration of the intellect
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| They are preaching their aesthetics
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| Waiting for this moment to redirect the pain
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| To make the forecast be compromising for
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| Parading in this pitch-black vulturous scene I will break
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| The oath of all restraint
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| Dream, before the time arrives
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| The earth will awake — anxious state of mind
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| Leaving this body motionless
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| Turning black once more — the eyes are wide open
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| «The great black yonder
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| Is pelting icicles upon my nerves
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| I melt them to rain
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| The water that flows out of the horizon
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| A clammy sensation of my persistence»
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| Casting the hunger for neurotic seizures
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| Serving the syndrome
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| Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness
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| Feeding the illusion
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| Despair is my own generous gesture to death
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| Turning away from everything that is near
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| Trying to fill the void that appears so clear
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| A seismic shock, unleashing revolution
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| Shedding skin, down drift exclamations
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| Hypnagogic state, endless lucid dreaming
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| Perpetual sleep, as we share the conclusion of
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| Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness
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| Feeding the illusion |